Heriot Toun in winter

Words for Summer 2007



Burning Face

On a burning hot face
falls the blue rain
from blue-winged days
Into the minds neutron
shoots the night
like a tale that is nameless
And the nakedness of what is
loses the self's nearness
into the nights and days

Steinn Steinarr


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